Mob Psycho 100 Represents Such A Refreshing, Powerful Portrayal Of Platonic Love, But The Fandom Seems

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MHA Volume 33...not going to enjoy most of this I bet

Why does Bakugou get to have an opinion about Izuku? Many of Izuku's issues are Bakugou's fault! Society as a whole bears some responsibility but for real...Bakugou was the on-site bully...and not only toawrds Izuku.

Also...trying to bring Izuku in by attacking him? Way to make him feel "loved". Maybe it's not the "right" call for him to be a loner, but it's Izuku's choice.

Plus this whol series has been a confusing mass of "don't rely on others" and "rely on others" with Izuku forever being the one punished for not picking right each time.

if you have the Honey browser extension installed, uninstall it immediately. big big story broke on youtube today strongly indicating that Honey has been massively defrauding basically everyone who does any business with them at every level, including influencers, customers, and actual retailers.

the short version of ONE of the alleged crimes is that they've been hijacking referral links and codes. if you have honey installed on your browser at all, and you use any referral code from anyone, there is a high probability honey will swap out the referral link identifier for their own even if they don't provide a coupon at checkout.

they also are just lying to you, and hiding coupons that very much exist. they're completely fraudulent

paypal bought honey in 2019 for 4 billion, so paypal has been strip mining the influencer economy for 5 years now. the amount of money that's been essentially stolen is unfathomable

why lolicon is bad

1. Ethical Concerns

The most pressing ethical issue with lolis and lolicons is the portrayal of underage characters in a sexualized manner. Even though these characters are fictional, their representation often mirrors and perpetuates harmful sexual fantasies about minors. This normalization can desensitize individuals to the exploitation of real children. Sexualizing young characters in any form, whether fictional or real, raises significant moral questions about consent, exploitation, and the integrity of childhood.

2. Psychological Impact

Engaging with lolicon content can have detrimental psychological effects on individuals. For some, the attraction to lolis might reflect or exacerbate unhealthy fantasies and desires. This can be problematic in two ways: it may reinforce and normalize inappropriate desires, and it may lead to a desensitization towards the exploitation of real children. Even if such content is consumed privately, the mental and emotional impact on individuals who engage with it can be profound, potentially leading to issues of mental health or social isolation.

3. Societal Implications

On a societal level, the existence and proliferation of lolicon content can contribute to the broader acceptance of child sexualization. This is dangerous because it undermines societal norms designed to protect children and can inadvertently support a culture where the sexual exploitation of minors is trivialized. Additionally, the existence of such content complicates legal and ethical discussions about freedom of expression and protection of minors. Societies must navigate these issues carefully to ensure that freedoms are exercised responsibly and do not come at the expense of vulnerable populations.

Raptor baby sketchdump.

feat.

Blue&Charlie (cuddling)

Delta (speeding, perhaps thieving)

Echo (playing, learning to yank down prey from high places)

Indominus rex twins (for the short while that there still were two)

Indoraptor prototype (x2, before and after loss of faith in humanity I guess)

a Small One (she remembers)

Skye, the resident (un)original character (blepping). Considering she’s about the same colour now as her mom is as an adult, but Blue’s colouring has darkened as she’s grown, Skye is probably going to be a darker grey than Blue is when she grows up. which. would actually make her look at least a little like both of her parents. I’m not going to claim I planned that, but I’ll take it.

A fully feathered raptor! Mostly referenced from the Beasts of the Mesozoic nestling figures.

Ms.NotSoIndependent

Stack Moore(Sinners2025)x black reader:

Genre: smut with very little angst

Summary: once stack comes from chicago. he realizes how independent you've become and the tension you have towards him

Preview: “I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

Word count: 1,192

Warning: the content with in this story contains sexual themes of aggressive conversations, fingering, smut, cunnilingus

It had been about two weeks since Stack came back into town after he and his brother's unannounced trip. He returned thinking the same sweet, charismatic, and loving girl he left behind would greet him with hugs and kisses. Instead, he was met with a cold, nonchalant, and independent woman who wouldn’t even give him a passing glance.

He knew leaving without telling you was wrong, so he had been trying to make up for it by helping you reach dishes on the top shelf, fixing the leaky sink, even offering to carry your groceries home. But every time, he was either ignored, brushed off, or straight-up told you didn’t need his help. Stack had been trying to keep his cool, hoping you’d eventually break out of this bratty phase. But today... you pushed him too far. And he snapped.

You were already having a rough day. The chores around the house stacked up as high as the dishes in the sink. Your mood was on edge when Stack decided to stop by.

“What you got planned for today?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

You didn’t even bother responding to the man whose voice irritated you every time he spoke.

“Okay… still being a brat,” he mumbled under his breath. You turned around and shot him the dirtiest look you could manage.

Leaning lazily against a chair in the kitchen, he stayed unfazed. “Me and my brother are having the grand opening of the juke joint tonight. I want you there for me.”You immediately responded, almost cutting him off, “Not interested. I got too much to do around the house anyway.” You went back to scrubbing the dishes without giving him another look. Stack took it as another chance to lend a hand. “Well, then let me help you. I really wa—”, “I don’t need your help, Stack!” you snapped, swinging around too fast. The dish in your hand slipped and shattered across the floor. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. You dropped to your knees to pick up the broken pieces carefully. “I don’t even know why you’re here. You left me. I’ve moved on. You need to do the same.”you said coldly.

Stack’s face dropped. His patience finally ran out. “You know I’ve been tryin’ to be nice to you,” he said lowly, the tension in the room thickening. The house grew suffocatingly silent.

Stack started walking toward you, the crunch of porcelain under his boots echoing off the walls.

“I knew you’d be mad... but you been treatin’ me like I'm just any other normal ass nigga. Like I don’t mean nothin’ to you,” he said, squatting in front of you so you were eye level.“Obviously, you forgot who the fuck I am... so let me remind you real quick.”

You stood up just as he did, trying to hold your ground.“I don’t know what the hell you talkin’ about.”He stepped forward, closing the space between you, backing you into the kitchen counter.You could feel the heat radiating off his body.“Boy, move,” you warned, trying to slip past him, but he grabbed your wrists, holding you in place. He leaned into your ear. “You forgot what it felt like when daddy was here to take care of you. But I'm back now... and I ain't goin’ nowhere.” His words made your breath hitch.

Your eyes scanned his face, trying to tell if he was serious. He started kissing down your neck, rubbing your curves, slowly lifting your dress. You gasped at the way his hands roamed, but you had longed for his touch for too long to push him away. “Stack... move,” you tried to protest, your voice trembling with hidden moans.His mouth found your sweet spot near your jawline, making your knees buckle. Stack noticed immediately, smirking against your skin.

“See? All that 'I don’t need you' bullshit...” he murmured. “But your body can’t lie to me, baby.”

You hated how your body betrayed you.But with Stack... you couldn’t even fight it.You barely registered being lifted onto the counter until you felt the cold countertop on your skin, making you gasp. Stack ran his hands up your thighs, giving small squeezes, reaching your panties.The rough pads of his fingers and his husky cologne made you melt.

He stopped, looking you directly in the eyes as he rubbed you through your panties.

Your moans slipped out despite yourself.He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough. He leaned closer, only inches away from your face.

“Tell me you want me to leave... and I'll go.”You wanted to slap him. Push him away. Cuss him out for the pain he caused when he left. But no words came out, only breathless moans. Because deep down, you didn’t want him to leave. And he knew it.

Stack smirked, feeling your surrender.

He ripped your panties off, slipping two fingers inside you, massaging your breast with his other hand.“I know you’re mad at me for leavin’,” he growled, “but daddy’s back now. And I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?”He slowed the movement of his fingers to an agonizing pace, waiting for your answer.“O-Okay,” you finally whimpered out, desperate for him to keep going.

He chuckled lowly. “...Okay what?” he teased, stopping again.“Okay, Daddy!” you cried out. Proud, Stack laughed in your face, cocky as ever. “There’s my girl.”

He slipped his fingers out and pushed them into your mouth.You sucked eagerly, happy to have your man back. Then he kissed you, a long, heated kiss that felt like a lifetime of waiting poured into it. When he finally broke away, he stared at your swollen lips, the hickeys blooming on your neck, the sweat forming on your skin.“Let me take care of you. Make up for lost time.”

Stack dropped to his knees between your thighs, kissing you everywhere until he reached your pussy. Without hesitation, he started devouring you, like he had been starving for you.You almost lost control instantly, gripping the back of his head, moaning his name.When you started grinding against his face, chasing the high he was giving you, he locked eyes with you.The sight nearly pushed you over the edge. But just when you were about to cum, Stack abruptly pulled away.

“Wait—Stack, please,” you whined, desperate for more.

He smirked, standing up, adjusting his suit while your juices still coated his face.

“And you said you didn’t need me,” he teased. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small wad of cash and tucked it between your breasts, brushing your skin just enough to make you shiver. “Now go get you a new dress, shoes, and get pretty for me. Cause we're going dancing tonight” He kissed your lips one last time before heading to the front door.Before closing it behind him, he turned and shot you a wink with his signature smirk. You couldn’t help but smile, still aching for the touch you swore you didn’t need.

~ first post I hope yall like it!💫

warnings: Crackships, swearing, me writing JJK characters probably not well-

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“Yuji”

“What?”

“Go talk to that girl.”

“Huh? That one?”

Yuji pointed to the only other person o the street. A blonde girl dressed in the majority of black and blue. A calm smile graced her face as she seemingly walked home from a grocery run.

“Who else do you think, idiot? And don’t fucking point!”

Sukuna hissed.

“Okay, okay. Geez.”

Yuji briskly walked over to the girl.

“Uhm, hey miss?”

The women turned to Yuji, looking him up and down as her smile nearly faltered in recognition.

“Is there something you need?”

Sukuna was about to instruct Yuji on what to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth nothing came out, his mind went blank.

“Uhm- I just wanted to say-“

Yuji thought, unsure of just what to say.

“That you’re really pretty.”

The women bore a look of surprise, but only for a mere moment, before she spoke.

“thank you for the compliment, but uhm. Do I know you? You look rather familiar.”

“Yes”

this time the words came out clearly and quickly. Without thought.

“Say yes.”

Yuji shifted at the instruction.

“If your so adamant about all this, why don’t you talk to her yourself-“

Yuji muttered, before being cut off.

“Just fucking say yes.”

Sukuna growled.

“Okay, okay- Yes, I think we have. What’s your name?”

Yuji asked politely, tilting his head to the side.”

“My name is Cinderella. But you can just call me Ella. And yours is?”

“Yuji Itadori.”

Sukuna took in a breath. Just as he’d thought. As he’d known. It was his beloved Cinderella reincarnated. She was standing just in front of him. However as the rush of wonder and love wore off, he was hit with a wave of despair. The last he’d seen of her, she hated him. To Cinderella, he was but a monster. Someone just like her stepmother. Sukuna feared if she remembered. He feared the same fate was doomed to overtake them. A love meant to be unrequited. Sukuna was so wrapped up in this sudden disparity that he didn’t notice the joyful conversation Yuji and his beloved Cinders had developed, only drifting back into the conversation as they where saying their goodbyes.

“I hope to see you soon.”

Cinderella waved goodbye with a warm smile, already walking off.

“Wait- don’t just let her leave!”

Sukuna quickly jolted.

“Calm down. What’s your deal anyways? Is she your lover or something?”

Yuji said, half sarcastically.

“Shut up, brat.”

Yuji sighed.

“I guess then it doesn’t matter that I got her number.”

“Wait… you got her number…?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Excitement filled Sukuna, a new wave of hope.

“Well what the heck are you waiting for? Put it in your phone already!”

“Okay okay, just calm down!”

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Love how my first post in months is a crackship that for some godforsaken reason makes me so happy.

imagine getting mad because people don't like you glorifying and fetishizing rape/abuse

Theres nothing fictional abt the two sisters you're shipping😦

proshippers: “it’s okay cause it’s fictional!”

also them:

proship adults need to be searched

like i cant. i expect this from a teenager but a damn near grown adult… this is weird justification. if ur using two creeps to JUSTIFY ur interests, find a new interest 😭 holy shit.

like even if ur a pro shipper this is weird. someone give this woman medical attention like now